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Aftermath

Title: Aftermath Word Count: 4384 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: T Characters: Donatello, Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, Splinter, Casey Jones, April O’Neil, Leatherhead Warning: Seizures Summary: “Donnie?” he asked softly. “You okay?” Don’s bo, which was in his hand, clattered to the ground, the sound echoing. Then, to Leo’s alarm, Don stiffened up, and fell. Notes: Seizure terminology has changed a little over the years. Considering that this fic would be set around 2003-2005, I’ve elected to use the terminology that was correct then. Grand Mal is the term that would have been used prior to 2017 for the type of seizure that Donnie has here. After 2017, this type of seizure has been renamed as Tonic-Clonic. It’s the same type of seizure, just with a different name due to new, more specific categorization. ff.net || AO3

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Aftermath

The door opened with a hiss that echoed in the empty lair. With plodding footsteps, the turtles and Splinter entered their home, accompanied by Leatherhead, Casey, and April. Between dealing with the Triceriton invasion, the run to keep Honeycutt safe, Agent Bishop, and Honeycutt’s funeral, the group was running on nearly empty.

“It’s good to be home,” Leo said with a sigh as they stepped inside.

“You’re telling me,” Mikey said, glancing back at Leo. “I think I wanna go stuff my face, and then collapse somewhere and not move for a few days.”

“I want a shower first,” Raph said, grimacing. “Get all this grime and stuff offa me.”

“A shower does sound nice,” April admitted, “as does a bed. This is exhausting. I don’t know how you guys do this all the time.”

“Yeah, yer telling me. After all a that, I could do with somethin’ ta drink.” Casey said. “I’m parched.”

“Tea,” Splinter said firmly, already turning towards the kitchen. “A cup of tea would do us all some good. I will prepare some for us.”

Leatherhead watched Splinter, and then turned towards Leo. “Are you positive about welcoming me into your home?” he asked. “I’m grateful, but I do not wish to intrude. Our last encounter was not… on the best of terms.”

“You’re fine,” Leo said. “It’s water under the bridge. Just come in and relax. I think we all could use it.”

“Food, drink, showers, sleep—all of it sounds good to me!” Mikey said with a grin, already heading towards the couch to take over the TV. Raph moved after him, the two settling into familiar fussing.

Leo glanced over at Don. He had been quiet during the conversation. He had been quiet on the way home, as well. Leo assumed that it was because of his grief and guilt over Professor Honeycutt’s death, and he had half expected him to head straight to his lab and immediately block out everyone else. But instead, Don was still standing near the entrance, seeming to stare off into nothing. Something about it seemed off, and it set Leo’s senses to tingling. Concerned, he turned more fully to face his brother, making his way towards him.

“Donnie?” he asked softly. “You okay?”

Don’s bo, which was in his hand, clattered to the ground, the sound echoing. Then, to Leo’s alarm, Don stiffened up, and fell.

“Donnie!”

Leo leapt towards him, barely catching his brother before he hit the ground. He felt as stiff as a board, seemed to be gasping for breath, and then, to Leo’s horror, he began to jerk in what were clearly rapid, uncontrolled movements. Footsteps and voices rang out as Don’s collapse and Leo’s yell sent them rushing towards the pair.

“Donnie!”

“What’s happening to him?”

“My son!”

“Donatello!”

“Was he hit?!”

“Don’t let him hit his head but give him space!”

Surprisingly, Casey’s voice cut through the rest of them, authority ringing in it. Mikey bounced away, returning seconds later with a pillow that Leo shoved under Donatello’s head. Don continued jerking, small noises and gasps of breath punctuating his state, and Leo automatically reached out to him again.

“Don’t touch him!” Casey’s voice was sharp, and Leo immediately froze, looking up at the older man. Casey’s voice softened a bit. “I know it’s hard, man, but he’s gotta just ride it out.”

“Mister Jones, what else can we do?” Splinter asked. Leo looked over at Splinter, a little surprised that he was looking for guidance.

“When it’s finished, turn him to his side,” Casey said. “We don’t wanna move him until he’s with it. Probably a good idea to take off his mask too. He might not be all there for a moment after it’s over. That’s okay, just reassure him. When he’s back to himself, then we can move him to somewhere comfortable. We kinda just gotta go from there. We can give him something to drink or eat after he’s with it again.”

Casey kept glancing at his watch as he spoke, his eyes going back and forth between it and Donnie.

“Michaelangelo, Raphael, go prepare a place in my room for him,” Splinter said. They both took off. “Leatherhead, if we could request your assistance in moving Donatello once he is ready.”

“Of course,” Leatherhead said.

“April, Donatello keeps a medical kit in his laboratory. Please fetch it.”

“Of course, Master Splinter.” April hurried off.

Leo looked up at Splinter. His father met his eyes. “Stay with him, Leonardo. You are doing what is needed here.”

Leo nodded, not trusting his voice. He glanced back at Casey, who was looking at his watch with a grim look on his face.

Leo didn’t like that and averted his eyes back to Donatello’s jerking form. He liked that less, but at least he could keep an eye on his brother. He ached to do something, anything, but there was nothing that he could do, except watch as his brother jerked uncontrollably. He felt helpless, and it was unsettling. The seconds ticked by at a snail’s pace, but finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Don’s jerking slowed, stopped, and his body relaxed.

“Roll him on his side,” Casey instructed, and Leo quickly did so. “April, get some towels and a blanket.”

“On it!” April dropped the kit by their side, not hesitating for a moment.

Casey knelt down next to Don, looking him over with what seemed to be a practiced eye. Leo reached up to untie Don’s mask even as Splinter ran a comforting hand along Don’s shoulder.

“My son?”

Donnie didn’t say anything, his breath gasping, and drool leaking out of his mouth. Leo tried to fight back panic, trying not to think of all of the movies and shows where that had been used to show that someone had a brain injury.

April came careening back in and slapped a towel in Casey’s hand. With a gentleness that Leo hadn’t seen from him before, Casey took the towel and wiped up the drool that was dripping out of Don’s mouth. He didn’t seem worried by it, which eased Leo’s anxiety a little.

“Mister Jones?” Splinter asked.

“It’s a normal thing that can happen,” Casey said. “So can, ah, accidents, but it don’t look like we’ve got that problem right now. Just give him a minute. His brain went all wonky on him. It’s gonna take him a minute to get himself back together.”

“What can we do in the meantime?” Leo asked.

“Just be there,” Casey said. “And be comforting.”

“What’s—” April paused as she stared at Don. “What’s that? On his head?”

They all paused to look, Leo not sure how they had missed the red, angry burns and the puncture wounds that seemed to be leaking blood before.

“Burns?” Leatherhead said. “And a small wound.”

Leo looked down at the mask he held in his hand. He could see blood not just on one side of the mask, but on both sides of it. Grim, he held the mask up. “On both sides, it looks like.”

There was a beat of silence, but before anyone could say anything else, Donatello groaned, and all of their attention snapped back to him and not his injuries.

“Donnie?” Leo said, leaning close to his brother. “Hey, bud, just take it easy.” He rubbed the edge of Don’s shell, trying to comfort him.

Don blinked, slowly, and shifted a bit, something that sounded like he was trying to form words coming out of his mouth. His brow furrowed for a moment, and slowly, his eyes moved around, tracking up to Leo. Leo did his best to give him a reassuring smile. Don didn’t return it, his brow only furrowing more.

“’S all good, Donnie,” Casey said in a surprisingly gentle tone. “Just take yer time and come out of it at yer own pace.”

Don looked confused, and a small, distressed noise came out of him. Before Leo could even react to that, Splinter was there, inserting himself between Leo and Donnie and taking over comforting his son.

“You are safe, my son,” Splinter said, laying a paw on Don’s forehead. “You are safe. You are home and you are safe.”

Don blinked some more, as if he were trying to put pieces of what had just happened together. “F-f-Father?” he said, his voice shaky and weak. “What… what happened?”

“You had a seizure, my son. But do not worry. We are here to help you.”

“Hey Donnie. Do ya mind if I ask you a few questions?” Casey carefully butted in, and Don’s attention slowly turned towards him.

“…okay…?”

Casey nodded. “First off, what’s my name?”

Don blinked. “C-casey.”

“Good. And his?” he pointed to Leo.

Again, Don answered. “Leo.”

“How about this guy?” Casey asked, jerking a thumb behind him.

Don was quiet for a moment more. “…Leatherhead.”

“The pretty lady?”

“April.” There was no hesitation on that one.

“And what about those two who’re comin’?”

Don looked to where Mikey and Raph were coming towards the group again and squinted. Leo’s heart pounded. Had he forgotten them? Or was something wrong with Don’s vision?

“Mikey and Raphie,” he said after they got closer, his voice exhausted.

“Okay, do you know where you are, Donnie?” Casey asked.

“…the floor.”

“Of where?”

For this, Don grew silent again, although suddenly his eyes started to widen, and his breathing began to take on an almost panicked pattern.

“My son.” Splinter said again. “You are safe. Look around you. See where you are.” He reached out, laying a hand on Donatello’s cheek. “You are safe. I am with you.”

After a moment or two of Splinter repeating that, Don seemed to calm.

“I’m… I’m home,” he said.

“Good, Donnie,” Casey said, encouraging him. “Do you know what happened?”

“Um… s-someone said I had… had a seizure?” Don said, somewhat uncertainly.

“Sure seems that way,” Casey said. He looked up at Raph and Mikey. “Hey, is that place ready for him?”

Raph nodded. “Yeah. That’s what we were comin’ back here to tell you.”

Casey moved away a bit. “I think it’d be okay to move him now. Just don’t be surprised if he’s really weak and stuff.”

“My son, we are going to move you to my room now. Please don’t be alarmed. Leatherhead is going to carry you there.” Splinter said.

Don nodded, looking exhausted. Leatherhead very carefully picked him up, reassuring Don as he did.

Splinter lead the way, directing Leatherhead on where to go while Mikey followed behind, just in case. Raph looked at Casey curiously.

“Hey. How’d you know all a’ that?” he asked.

Casey shrugged. “Used ta have this friend when I was a kid, name was Stevie. Stevie had epilepsy. Both of us were kinda a bit of outcasts here and there, so we hung out a lot together. First time I saw Stevie have a seizure, it scared me. But his ma stayed calm and showed me what to do. After that I made sure ta learn what to do, just in case I needed to help Stevie. It came in handy more than once. So, when I saw what was happenin’ to Donnie, I knew what was going on.”

“Huh,” April said. “Well, good going Jones.”

Casey cracked a smile at her but nodded at the blanket in her arms. “Let’s go get that to them, just in case they need it.” Casey glanced at Leo and Raph. “He might take a bit to recover. He ever had anything like this before?”

Leo and Raph glanced at each other, but both shook their heads. “No, not that I can remember,” Leo said.

“Me either,” Raph said.

“Well somethin’ had to have triggered it,” Casey said. “My guess’d be those wounds on his head had something to do with it. Maybe he can tell us somethin’ about them later.”

Casey started towards Splinter’s room, April with him, But Raph and Leo hung back a bit. Raph put a hand on Leo’s shoulder.

“You good, bro?” he asked.

Leo shook his head. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “That was… it was pretty terrifying, to be honest.”

“Yeah, it was,” Raph said with a grimace. “Betcha it’s ten times worse for Donnie.”

“Yeah,” Leo said.

They stood there for a second more, then followed the rest of the family towards Splinter’s room.

By the time they got there, Don was nestled into a pile of blankets and pillows, Splinter by his side, and talking softly. April was working on cleaning and bandaging his head.

“—don’t remember. Just… getting to the sewers and then… waking up on the floor.”

“Yeah, that’s not unusual,” Casey said. “How are ya feeling other than that?”

“Tired,” Don said, looking over when Raph and Leo entered. “Just… exhausted. Sore. And my head hurts.”

“Then let us get you some tea so you can rest,” Splinter said as April finished up.

“I’m on it,” Raph said, clapping Leo on the shoulder before getting it.

It didn’t take Raph long to get the tea, nor did it take very long for Splinter to help Don drink it and have him eat a few crackers. Don’s exhaustion got the better of him, then, and he fell asleep, something Casey said was fine. Still, even when he was sleeping, none of them wanted to leave Don alone.

“So” Casey said, breaking the silence. “I gotta ask—has this ever happened to Donnie before?”

They all looked to Splinter, who shook his head. “No. Never that I am aware of.”

“Donnie wouldn’t have hidden something like this from us,” Mikey said. “Not something serious like this.”

Casey nodded. “From what I remember, seizures don’t come from nowhere. Since he ain’t had them before, I betcha they’ve got something to do with those wounds on his head.”

“But where did those come from?” Raph asked.

“They came from the Triceritons,” Splinter said with an undercurrent of anger, and everyone’s attention snapped to him.

“Sensei?” Leo asked.

“While you four were gone, I was meditating, trying to find you,” Splinter said. “Without warning, I heard Donatello call out to me. He was in unspeakable pain, something happening to his mind. I focused, and, helping him, I forced whatever it was out of his mind. I felt, through your brother, something physical break, releasing him, and then the connection was broken as well.”

“That’s why you wanted me to tell you where everyone was so badly,” Mikey said, realization dawning on him. “When I came in for my hoverboard, I mean.”

“But… why now? Why not then, or soon after?” April asked.

Casey shook his head. “I dunno. I know that different things can trigger a seizure. Trauma, lack of sleep, some people say stress and strong emotions can, too.”

“Sounds like Don had all of those things,” Leo said with a grimace.

“He did, indeed,” Splinter said. “Although I will be honest and say that the trauma is the one that concerns me the most.”

Casey blew out a breath, looking up, as if he were trying to remember something. “…It’s been a while, but if I’m rememberin’ right, then you guys should keep an eye on him. He had one of them big seizures. Grand Mal. I dunno if there’d be others or not, but it’s not gonna hurt to watch him.” Casey looked back at Don. “Especially with that head trauma.”

“Do… do you think it’ll happen again?” Mikey asked, looking up with uncertain eyes. “Another Grand Mal one, I mean?”

Casey blanched a little. “To be honest, I dunno. My friend who had them, he had epilepsy. It’s different with a head trauma. But right now? Best thing is to let Donnie rest. And don’t be surprised if he doesn’t remember any of this when he wakes up, or even other recent memories.”

Mikey looked back down at Don, clearly worried.

“I may be able to help,” Leatherhead said. “While I did not study medicine, with the Utroms biotechnology, there are many similarities, and I was given a basic education in humanoid anatomy and physiology.”

“Any help is most welcome,” Splinter said.

“If only I had access to the tools my family had,” the giant alligator lamented.

“Don has some things,” Leo said hopefully. “I’m not sure what, but maybe you’d be able to tell? You’re a scientist, too.”

Leatherhead nodded. “While I am not currently functioning at my best, and my require some assistance, I would like to see what Donatello has available.”

“Raph, go with him,” Leo said. “You know Donnie’s stuff better than the rest of us.”

Raph nodded, gesturing for Leatherhead to follow him. “Come on, big guy,” he said, leading the way out of Splinter’s room.

“Michelangelo,” Splinter said. “I think we all could use something light to eat. Will you prepare something?”

Mikey nodded and stood up. “Yeah, sure thing, Sensei.”

“I’ll help you,” April said.

The two left, and it was just Casey, Leo, Splinter, and the sleeping Donatello left in the room. Splinter looked back at them both.

“Leonardo, Mr. Jones, please, sit down,” Splinter said. He waited until they did and directed his attention at Casey. “Mr. Jones. I want you to tell both Leonardo and myself everything you know about seizures. I wish to be as prepared as possible.”

For a moment, Casey looked surprised, but then he nodded. “Alright. Well, let’s see. First off, there’s different kinds of seizures…”

It was several hours later when Don woke up. It took him a moment to orient himself. His brain felt sluggish, like when he’d been up for a few days, and woke up from a very short nap. His body, though, felt sore all over. It took him a moment to realize that he was in Splinter’s room, and a moment longer to realize that meant something must have happened to him. But what?

“Donnie?”

Don turned his head, wincing a little as he did. Leo was sitting next to the bed, watching him with worried eyes.

“…Leo?”

Leo gave him a soft smile and nodded. “Yep. How are you feeling?”

“…awful.” Don said after a moment. “Sore, and… sluggish.” He blinked. “What happened, Leo?”

Leo’s smile dropped. “You had a seizure, Donnie.”

Don stared at him. “A seizure?”

Leo nodded. “Almost as soon as we got into the lair. That’s been… nearly twelve hours ago at this point.”

Don stared at his brother, aghast. “I’ve been unconscious for twelve hours?”

Leo shook his head. “No. You came back around shortly after your seizure—Casey said it was a Grand Mal seizure, and he timed it. It was almost three minutes—and you answered some questions after we moved you in here. You fell asleep after that. You’ve been sleeping for about eleven and a half hours, though.”

Don blinked at Leo. “I don’t… remember…”

“Casey said that was normal, too,” Leo said.

Don blinked at him again. “Wait. Why do you keep saying that Casey said things?” he asked.

A lopsided smile formed on Leo’s face. “Because he is. Turns out, he actually knows a lot about seizures, because of a childhood friend. He’s our expert right now.”

Don stared at least for a moment. “…huh.”

“Yeah, it’s weird for all of us, too,” Leo said. “But he thinks that it was caused by whatever gave you those injuries on your head.”

“…injuries?” Don said, suddenly becoming aware that there were bandages on his head, and this his very skull seemed to ache at the temples. He raised a hand up, gently brushing at them, stopping when a sharp burst of pain went through them. “…oh.”

Leo frowned. “Do you know what caused them?” he asked Don.

Don nodded. “Yeah. I think so.”

Leo nodded. “Master Splinter thought you might. But he said not to push you, that you could tell us later, when Leatherhead is present.”

Don’s brow crinkled. “Leatherhead? Why him?”

“Leatherhead has some knowledge of… well, to be honest, I didn’t really follow it when he went into detail. But basically, because of the Utroms technorganic technology, he’s got some knowledge that might be helpful.” Leo paused. “I hope you don’t mind, but we let him loose in your lab. He thinks he can make some sort of basic device to scan your brain, at least a little.”

“No, that’s… that’s fine,” Don said, closing his eyes. “My head really hurts.”

“I’ll go get Master Splinter,” Leo said, getting up.

Don merely hummed in acknowledgement.

It took Splinter only moments to arrive, Leo coming back in not long after him with a cup of tea and some painkillers. Splinter helped Don to sit up, Don surprised to find himself a little unsteady. But still, he drank the tea and took the painkillers. He stayed sitting up for a few more minutes and found that he felt better that way. It wasn’t long before he found himself on the couch, with everyone hovering around him. Mikey brought him soup, and Don dutifully ate what he felt like he could, sitting it aside when it was only halfway finished.

“My son,” Splinter said when it was clear that he was finished. “Can you tell us what happened to cause your injury.”

Don was quiet for a moment, looking down at his hands. “It… it was something called the mind probe,” he said. “When I wouldn’t give them any information, the Prime Leader had it put on my head. They wouldn’t believe that… that the Professor… that he wasn’t here. So, they put that on my head to scan my memories. Only…” Don seemed to shrink in on himself a little.

“Only what, my son?” Splinter asked.

“Only I think it did more than that,” Don said. “It—it was painful. It hurt. It hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt before.” His shoulders curled in a little more. “…It felt like it was ripping my mind apart.”

A furry hand reached out and took one of Don’s hands. Don looked over at his father.

“And that is when you called out for me,” Splinter said.

Don nodded. “And you answered. You helped me short it out.” Don looked back at his lap, at his hand and his father’s. “I don’t know how it worked, but I’m positive that whatever it did, it was physically reaching into my brain.”

“That’d probably explain the seizure,” Casey said, breaking the silence. April elbowed him in the gut, and he let out an oof, and then looked at her. “What?”

“I believe you may be correct, Donatello,” Leatherhead said, ignoring the two. “I remember reading an entry on such a device once. It sent small nano-filaments into the tissues, using those to deliver the impulse to the memory cells that prompted the memory. However, it was not unusual for this to destroy the cells themselves, or to leave a path of damage in the wake of the nano-filaments.”

“Wait—are you saying—” Raph started, “—are you saying that Donnie has brain damage?”

Leatherhead shook his head. “I am saying that it is a possibility, given what I know. Once we finish this machine, I should be able to tell you more specifically what the damage is.” He looked over at Donatello and Splinter. “In the meantime, it’s probably best that Donatello take it easy.”

“When will the machine be finished?” Splinter asked.

“This afternoon, if all goes well,” Leatherhead said.

Splinter nodded and looked at Don. “Good. Come then, Donatello. You are going to rest more.”

There was no room for argument, and Splinter took Don back to his room, where he forced his son into another nap. For once, Don didn’t resist, tired from both the previous days and the seizure. True to his word, Leatherhead did have a simplistic scanner up and running by that afternoon and, after Don awoke, they put him through it. Leatherhead examined the results, while the rest of the family waited with bated breath.

“…There is damage,” Leatherhead finally said. “I would not be surprised to find that Donatello is missing a few memories. These punctures will also be a weak spot until the bone heals over. They will need to be protected. However,” he looked at the incredibly pensive family, “from what I can tell, it looks as if there was no damage to Donatello’s ability to form new memories, and the damage he has seems to already be repairing itself. I doubt that there will be any more seizures in the future, unless caused by other factors.”

Leatherhead gave them all a smile. “In other words, Donatello will be fine, in time.”

There was a sigh of relief at that, and the tension that had been building seemed to leave the room.

“We will all take a few days to rest,” Splinter said. “And then we will re-evaluate from there. Mr. Jones, Leatherhead, thank you both very much for your help.”

“It wasn’t nothin’.”

“It was my pleasure to help.”

Leo watched as Splinter still hovered over Don, as the family seemed to relax, and as the tension that had been keeping them all in a grip bled away. The whole ordeal had been terrifying, this aftermath almost more terrifying than the invasion itself. Leo was more than relieved that it seemed Don would be alright, and things could return to normal. But he would also keep an eye on his brother for a while. He didn’t think he’d forget the terrifying feeling of Don seizing under his hands and being helpless to do anything about it.

Maybe in this rest period, he’d borrow some of Don’s medical books. Maybe he wouldn’t need to use what they contained, but the way he figured, more knowledge was better than less.

Especially if it meant saving or helping a brother.

That decision made, Leo joined the rest of the family in the living area, joining Don on the couch as Mikey, Raph, and Casey argued about what movie to put in. Don leaned over on Leo a little bit, and Leo wrapped an arm around him, settling in, and promising to himself to never let Don or anyone else get hurt this badly again.

He swore it.

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt fanfic #tmnt mind probe

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aquietwritingcorner · 1 day

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At the @tmntstorycomp lobby, A Rat mutant, almost resembles Splinter, walk towards you. He stop just a few step infront of you, silently look at you up and down before pulling out a card.

@tmntstorycomp and @haro0o Ask directed to Sanctuary, a 2003 story.

"Um..." Don took the card from the rat mutant (?) that stood in front of him. "Thanks?"

This man looked like he had been through a lot, if the scars he bore meant anything. By all rights, Don should have been assuming that this was an alternate Splinter, but something about him didn't seem like Splinter. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was throwing him off a little, and he wasn't sure he liked that.

"Don?" Raph asked, half-eying the rat mutant as well, clearly not ready to trust just anyone here. "What's it say?"

"What did he give Donatello?" Ms. Morrison asked.

"It's a business card," Don said, looking down at the card in his hand. "For... a therapist?"

There was a beat of silence, and then Raph started laughing, his grip on Ms. Morrison loosening.

"Apparently, you ain't as good at hiding your trauma as you think, bro," he said, clapping a hand on his brother's shell. "If anyone needs a therapist, it's you."

Don shot his brother a withering look. "Thanks," he said, the word full of sarcasm.

Still, a lead was a lead, and Don turned his attention back to the rat man. "Maybe you can help us," he said, tucking the card into his belt. "We don't quite understand what's happening here. Can you explain it to us, or give us any more information about what's going on around here?"

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmntstorycomp #tmnt competition #haro0o #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt ms. morrison #tmnt fan fiction

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aquietwritingcorner · 2 days

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The lone tot has treats for you! Good luck in the comp

@tmntstorycomp and @littlemissartemisia Ask directed to Sanctuary, a 2003 story.

Ms. Morrison came to a stop as she felt something small bump into her. Or more precisely, someone small. Raphael and Donatello had left her standing near a wall with Lucy, her cat, while they did... something. She still wasn't sure what, exactly. But they had promised to come back to her, and she believed them.

But now, however, it seemed that someone else had found her. Someone child-sized, it seemed. Lucy didn't seem bothered by the person, so Ms. Morrison carefully crouched down.

"Hello," she said, reaching out a hand towards where she thought the child was. "I'm Ms. Morrison. Where are you, dear? I'm blind, so I can't see you."

Hopefully this child wasn't here alone.

#tmnt #tmntstorycomp #tmnt fan fiction #tmnt competition #tmnt ms. morrison #tmnt 2003

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aquietwritingcorner · 2 days

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You've been invited to a Super Smash Bros tournament by these two. Will you accept?

@tmntstorycomp

@tmntstorycomp and @kittynumyum Ask directed to Sanctuary, a 2003 story

Ms. Morrison tilted her head. "A what?" she asked.

Raph shot the two turtles in front of him a glare. Maybe he was being overprotective, but the invitation seemed like a bad idea.

"It's a video game," Don explain. "They're asking to play in a video game tournament."

"Well, I'm afraid I wouldn't do anyone much good with that," Ms. Morrison said with a smile. "I never played video games, and I don't think I'd be much good at them blind."

"We ain't interested," Raph said bluntly.

"Wait, Raph," Don said. He turned his attention back to the two in front of him. "Are there any strings attached for accepting his invitation?" he asked.

"Donnie, you can't possibly be thinking about playing a video tournament now!" Raph said. "You been spending too much time with Mikey?"

"Raphael," Ms. Morrison said, squeezing his arm. "Hush. Let Donatello talk."

Raphael grew silent, although he was obviously on edge.

"Pardon us for being suspicious," Don said to the other two. "But this whole experience is a bit unexpected. We're not sure who to trust. Are there any strings attached to this invitation? Or is it just a good-faith attempt at some fun? And if we say no, what happens then?"

Maybe they could glean at least some information from this opportunity.

#tmnt #tmntstorycomp #tmnt fan fiction #kittynumyum #tmnt 2003 #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt ms. morrison

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aquietwritingcorner · 2 days

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Donnie and Beatrice are here to wish you luck for the story competition! (Donnie is, perhaps, a bit nervous. For reasons related to Bea. She's awfully pink.)

@tmntstorycomp and @bambiraptorx Ask directed to Sanctuary, a 2003 story

"Uh, thanks," Raphael said, looking at this... version of his brother? With a pink child? He looked to Don for answers, but his brother was already lost in geek-land, he could tell.

"Fascinating," Don said, scrutinizing the other him with an excited grin, slowly starting to grow. "You're a different species! Tell me, are all of your brothers... hm. I'm going to say some sort of softshell turtle. Are all of your brothers some sort of softshell turtle, too?" he asked.

"Turtle?" Ms. Morrison asked.

Raph shot his brother a look, and Don looked back at him, realizing his mistake too late.

"Is that your kid?" Raph said, changing the topic.

Ms. Morrison's face lit up. "I thought someone else was here. Hello, little one," Ms. Morrison said. "Excuse me for not being more specific, but its hard to tell much about people immediately, when you're blind. How old is the child?"

"And can you tell us anything about what's going on?" Don asked. "We're a little low on information right now. One moment we're having tea with Ms. Morrison, and the next we're here."

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You see some preteens and kids walking around, looking a bit lost but otherwise fine. Do you want to approach them?

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@tmntstorycomp and @theawesomeninja-xd Ask directed to Sanctuary, a 2003 story.

Ms. Morrison may not have ever had any kids of her own, but that didn't mean that she was unfamiliar with children. She'd helped with the neighborhood kids, worked with the children at her church, volunteered to help at the community center in the summer, and just generally been around them.

So, when she heard the sound of children, she stopped.

Both Raphael and Donatello had quick reflexes, and they stopped with her, their conversation halting as well.

"Ms. M?" Raphael questioned her.

"I hear children," she said, turning towards the sound. "Do they have adults with them?"

"It... doesn't seem like it," Donatello said. His voice grew softer. "Some of them seem pretty young."

Well, that made up her mind right then and there. Tugging Raphael along with her, Ms. Morrison made her way towards the children. She could tell the moment that she caught their attention, and she stopped, hoping she was at a reasonable distance.

"Hello," she said to them. "I'm Ms. Morrison. I could hear you talking from over there, but I couldn't hear any adults. Are you lost? Maybe we can help you."

"Don't worry," Raph said to the kids, kneeling down, but making sure he still kept contact with Ms. Morrison. "She's nice. But she's blind, so you're gonna have to make sure you say your answers to her, okay?"

From a few steps behind them, Don watched this and blinked. "No wonder Raph took her to so quickly," he said under his breath. "She's just like him--adopting the kids around her."

Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. Don put a smile on his face, and moved a little closer to the group. Perhaps this would work out well.

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Enter the Competition

(for @tmntstorycomp )

Ms. Morrison clung to the arm she was holding, as a cacophony of noises assaulted her ears. She hadn’t been out in crowds much since she’d lost her sight, bus trips to and from doctor’s offices with the help of disability services, and friends and neighbors being about her only outings. She was confident enough around her home, but outside of it she was uncertain. All of the noise didn’t help either, making it hard to pinpoint where things were.

“Easy, Ms. M, I gotcha.” Raphael gave her hand a squeeze and patted her arm. “Me and Donnie are right here with ya, and we ain’t gonna leave your side.”

She was lucky that, wherever she was, Raphael and Donatello had ended up with her. They were good boys, and she knew that they’d help her out, although she was a bit worried. She didn’t want them to get caught up in things that wouldn’t be good for their future. Good boys like them deserved a good future.

“Where’s Lucy?” She asked, knowing that her cat had come with them, but not sure where she had ended up at the moment.

“She’s sitting on Don’s shel—uh, shoulders,” Raphael said. “He’s trying to figure out how we got here.”

Ms. Morrison frowned. New York City had been quite crazy as of late, with aliens and invasion, and all sorts of things that she had thought was simply another War of the Worlds radio situation, until one of the ladies from upstairs had confirmed that it was real. She hoped this wasn’t another fictional situation turned into reality.

“Any luck, Don?” Raphael asked his brother. Ms. Morrison could hear the undercurrent of worry in his voice.

“None,” Donatello said, an undercurrent of frustration in his. She heard the zipper of his bag, and what she thought was the sound of him putting things back inside it, before he zipped it up again. “No signal on the shell cells, and nothing I do to enhance it works. There are anomalous readings, but there’s also an interference that is messing with them.” He sighed heavily, and Ms. Morrison heard him shift around, and Lucy’s purring. Donatello must have brought the cat into his arms. “I don’t think there’s anything I can do to get us home, Raph. We’re just going to have to keep moving and see if we can figure it out.”

One of Raphael’s arms left hers, and she could tell that he was reaching out to his brother. “Hey, it’s okay, Don. You can’t have all the answers all the time. We’ll figure a way out of this one way or another. We always do.”

She wondered about that “always do” part, just as she wondered about many things when it came to these two boys, but as always, she kept her silence. If they wanted to tell her, then they would when they were ready.

In the meantime, the least she could do was try to keep their spirits up.

She tapped on Raphael’s arm. “Can you two describe to me where we are?” she asked them. “It seems like there are a lot of people here.”

“There are,” Raph said. “Lots of people. Most of them, ah, well,” he hesitated, sounding slightly nervous. “They ain’t human, Ms. M.”

“What he means,” Donatello said, “is that we seem to have ended up in a place where there are both humans and non-humans. But there seem to be a mix of ages, and no one seems to be outright aggressive.” She could feel him step a little closer to her and lay a gentle touch on her arm. “I don’t think we’re in any sort of immediate danger. Human or not, they just seem to be… people.”

They were holding something back, and she wasn’t sure what, but Ms. Morrison just nodded. “Alright. That makes sense. If humans can be good or bad and not all the same, then why not aliens, too?”

Some sort of unknown tension seemed to ease in them at that, and she wondered why that was.

“Yeah,” Raphael said, a strange sort of relief in his voice. “That’s a good way to look at it, Ms. M.”

“As for the space we’re in,” Donatello said, and she could practically hear the frown on his face. “It’s big and spacious, and there appear to be some places to sit down scattered about. But there’s also a lot of junk lying around. Toys, gaming systems, jump ropes, things like that.” His voice trailed off thoughtfully.

“Hey, brainiac. Come back to that later,” Raphael said. “Let’s focus on the here and now.”

“Right,” Donatello said ruefully.

“What about that fellow that spoke earlier?” Ms. Morrison asked, redirecting the conversation. “Is he in charge here? He sounded young.”

“Seems like it, yeah,” Raphael said, and his grip tightened on her arm.

“Sounded young, yes,” Donatello said thoughtfully. “But I’m not going to bank on that quite yet. Appearances can be deceiving.”

“Is he human?” Ms. Morrison asked.

“No, he’s not,” Donatello said. “But he does appear to be the same species as a majority of the beings here.”

Ms. Morrison frowned but tucked that bit of information away. “He said something about a competition. Games, entertainment, themes—”

“—a battlefield—” Raphael muttered under his breath and tensed back up.

She continued on. “—what did he mean by all of that?”

“I’m not sure,” Donatello said. “But my guess? All of these different beings here, all of these groups, we’ve all been gathered as some sort of entertainment for the person who spoke. And that entertainment involves us competing somehow.”

Raphael let out a growl. “I ain’t nobody’s entertainment. And if that little punk thinks he can make me entertainment for him, I’m gonna shove my—”

Donatello cut him off before he could finish his threat, although Ms. Morrison had a pretty good idea of where it was going. She wasn’t born yesterday, after all.

“Raph. Let me remind you that ‘that little punk’ wrote some things on a piece of paper, threw them to the side, and items appeared. Twice. Its obvious he’s got some sort of magical ability,” Donatello said. “Best to bide our time and figure out what’s going on.” Donatello’s voice shifted, and Ms. Morrison was fairly certain he was looking around the area they were in again. “After all, someone’s got to know what’s going on here.”

Ms. Morrison gave Raphael’s arm a squeeze, and then reached out, finding Donatello’s and pulling him a little closer to her.

“Well,” she said. “If we’re going to be here, and we’re going to try to figure out what’s going on, then it’s best we start trying to be friendly to people, isn’t it? A little kindness can go a long way.”

Donatello let out a chuckle, and Raphael snorted lightly, the tension broken.

“Yeah, okay, Ms. M. Point made,” Raphael said. “But stay close to us, alright? We still don’t know what’s going on here.”

She squeezed Raphael’s arm again. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’m old and blind, not senile,” she said with a chuckle. “I don’t plan on letting either of you get out of arm’s length.”

She heard the brothers chuckle in amusement again, and the group started to move forward. Ms. Morrison still had no idea what was going on, or where they were. But she knew that she had two very good boys with her, and that she would do everything she could to help them as they tried to find their way through this competition and back home.

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Hello!

Ally here, the author of this little piece and the story it comes from, Sanctuary (ff.net, AO3, tumblr), and my story is officially part of the @tmntstorycomp !

Sanctuary is a TMNT 2003 Raph and Don story based off of the season 3 episode, Touch and Go. In the episode, New York City is recovering from the Triceriton Invasion, and Raphael finds himself being chased by citizens who have armed themselves in an effort to protect themselves. He ends up in a dead end, outside of a door. An elderly lady, Ms. Morrison, opens the door and mistakes Raphael as a teenager who was supposed to come over to help her. Being blind, she can’t see that he’s a giant turtle, and brings him into her home, unintentionally shielding him from the alien hunters. Raphael, being the good boy that he is, helps her out, and makes friends with her cat, Lucy.

It turns out that Ms. Morrison is being evicted from her home, as she can’t afford to live there anymore, not since her husband passed. At the end of the episode, Raph goes back to Ms. Morrison with a case full of money that Mikey and Splinter got a hold of during their plotline of this episode, allowing Ms. Morrison to stay in her home.

In my story, Sanctuary, Donatello notices that Raph has been asking him about repairing things that neither they nor April have. Suspicious, he follows Raph one night, only to see him going into Ms. Morrison’s home. He ends up being caught by Raph, and invited in my Ms. Morrison. In the end, Don helps teach Raph how to repair a few more things around Ms. Morrison’s home, and promises to keep his knowledge about Ms. Morrison to himself, so that Raph can have his sanctuary with her.

In this competition, Raph, Don, Ms. Morrison and Lucy (the cat) have gotten pulled into Masaccio’s world with all the other competitors, and now have to make it through and around as best they can!

Let’s hope it all goes smoothly for them!

Or not. We’ll see ;)

(FYI, feel free to reblog!)

#tmntstorycomp #fan fiction competition #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt ms. morrison #let's see some 2k3 stuff make it through!#I'll let y'all know when the poll is up!

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Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 5058 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K Characters: Donatello, Raphael, Ms. Morrison Warning: NA Summary: Raphael’s been asking Donatello for advice on repairing things. The only problem is, they aren’t the types of items that the turtles own. Curious as to what is going on, Donnie decides that his best course of action is to follow Raph and see what’s going on. He didn’t expect what he found, though. Notes: I know nothing about repairing anything, really. Sorry for any inaccuracies. AO3 || ff.net

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Sanctuary

Something was up with Raphael. That was something Donatello was positive about.

The thing was, it wasn’t something that necessarily would have caught anyone else’s attention. He was still acting pretty much the same. He trained, roughhoused and teased with Mikey, argued—both friendly and not—with Leonardo, sat and watched a little TV with Master Splinter, helped April in her shop, went out to “bust heads” with Casey, and went off on his own, as he was wont to do. He even, as wasn’t unusual, worked side-by-side with and helped Donatello with several of the projects in the garage. If Donnie was going to trust anyone with work on the Battleshell, it was always Raph.

So, as evidenced by the mental list Don was making, no one else would have noticed anything off with Raphael.

But Don did.

Keep reading

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aquietwritingcorner · 6 days

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IT IS TIME!

I present to you, the official tm bracket for the competition.

Of course, there will be some tricks up our sleeves >:3

Polls will be posted next week. We're going to do the left side first, then the right side the following week.

Good luck!

#fanfic competition #mine is Sanctuary #i wont be up for voting for two weeks #but I thought I'd go ahead and post this!

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The Tot, The Vigilante, and the Laundry

Title: The Tot, The Vigilante, and the Laundry Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 3270 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: G/K Characters: Donatello, Casey Jones Warning: NA Summary: Casey is babysitting Little Donnie. Nothing can go wrong with this, right? Notes: Part of the Little Don AU, an AU I’ve had forming in my head where, during a crisis with the Time Scepter, Don sacrificed himself to save everything. Instead of it killing him, though, it turned him into a baby, and his family has needed to raise him all over again. ff.net || AO3

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The Tot, the Vigilante, and the Laundry

“And you’re sure that you’re good?”

Casey rolled his eyes and huffed, holding the nine-month-old Donnie in one arm. “I told ya, Leo, it’s fine! I know ya think I ain’t got any experience with babies, but you ain’t seen all the cousins I’ve got. I can handle one mutant turtle baby for a few hours.”

Leo looked at him a bit uncertainly, but Raph leaned forward and clapped a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Come on, Leo. Case has this. We’ll be gone for a few hours and then we’ll be back again. It’s supposed to be a quick, in and out ceremony.”

Leo looked at Raph, and then back at Casey. “If we’re not back, then you have enough to take care of him, right? And April will be back to help you?”

Casey nodded. “Yeah, Leo, I got this. Ape and I keep stuff for Donnie stocked here, and we know where you guys keep it and where to get it. ‘Sides, like you said, April’ll be back later tonight. She’s out with some girl friends of hers from college. They ain’t gonna stay out too late.”

Leo still looked a little uncertain, and Casey really couldn’t blame the guy for being protective of Donnie, but it was getting kind of old. Finally, he nodded, and let Raph pull him away. They disappeared out the window, and to wherever, Casey assumed, Mikey and Master Splinter were getting the ritual to go to that Battle Nexus place ready.

Donnie watched them go, and then turned big, uncertain eyes on Casey, even as he chewed on his fingers. Casey grinned at him.

“Doncha worry, little man. You and me, we’re gonna have a lotta fun!” Casey said. “I gotta be a fun uncle, after all.”

“Aaahp.”

Casey grinned. “Glad you agree. Now let’s see ‘bout getting you some toys out, a’ight?”

When they had realized that this change was permanent, April had set about finding Donnie some of the best baby toys on the market. She’d researched and compared and criticized, intent on finding Donnie the best brain stimulating toys that existed. She’d even pulled Leatherhead and that robot professor guy in on it, and they’d debated, found, and even created some toys for Donnie that were supposed to help with his brain development, motor skills, and language acquisition. They’d presented them to Donnie—to the guys, really—proudly.

And then Donnie had played with the tissue paper and boxes instead.

Maybe Casey had laughed a little too hard at that, and maybe he’d slept on the couch for a few days, but it really had been funny to him. Don had been a guy that could make things most people couldn’t dream of out of garbage when he was, like, fifteen. He took things apart just to see how they worked, and then looked at ordinary objects and saw new ways for them to work. It only made sense to Casey that Donnie would be the same way. The toys were nice and all, but he wanted the stuff that he could take apart and the things he saw others using.

So, when he went to get toys for Donnie, he didn’t pull out any of the fancy things they had. Instead, he gave him an old water bottle with a lid too big to choke on, a couple of boxes, some tissue paper, those stackable rings, some balls, and some blocks. He settled Donnie down in the middle of them, and Donnie immediately reached for the tissue paper grabbing it and shaking it around.

“Alright, little man, let’s watch some hockey and play,” he said with a grin, turning on the TV.

For the next couple of hours, Casey played with Donnie in the floor, letting the little turtle crawl all over him—something he’d started doing a lot earlier than human babies—lightly wrestling with him, yelling at the TV together, and just generally playing with the boy. It was actually a lot of fun, and Casey honestly enjoyed it.

Eventually, though Donnie got cranky because he was hungry, and Casey took the tot to the kitchen to feed him some food. That was, as usual, a messy thing, as Donnie, while able to eat solid foods quicker than a human baby, was still just as messy as one. That, of course, meant bathtime afterwards, and Casey had learned that bathtime with a baby turtle was a whole different thing.

Donnie loved being in the water, splashing and playing, and holding his head under the water for an uncomfortably long time. He squealed at bubbles, and used cups to pour water, splashing with the boats that were floating in the tub. Casey got almost as wet as Donnie did, but he didn’t regret it, even if he wished he had thought to at least take off his shirt first.

Still, when the water cooled, Casey finally bathed the small turtle, stopping the games, and pulled him out, drying him off. There were some pajamas that could be used, if it looked like Donnie was getting cold, but it was well known amongst the family that Donnie tended to just pull off the clothes as soon as he could.

Casey stripped himself down to his boxers, taking his wet clothes to the laundry room, Donnie tucked in the crook of his arm.

“You got me almost as wet as you were,” he said, teasing Donnie a little. Donnie grinned at him and giggled, and Casey, emptying his pockets and tossing his wet clothes down, tickled him. Donnie laughed, and Casey grinned. There was something about that laugh that just made everyone smile.

Casey glanced around the laundry room, looking at the piles of clothes lying in it. “Huh. Looks like there’s enough here to do a couple of loads,” he said. He checked the dryer, seeing some clothes in it, and turned them around for a few minutes. “I’m gonna let those warmup, and then I’ll take ‘em out and put what’s in the washer in there,” Casey said. “But while I’m doing that, wanna help me sort clothes?”

“Ah!” Donnie smiled, waving his hands around, and Casey grinned, getting to work.

The two of them had fun with it, Casey sitting Donnie down on the floor, and tossing clothes out. He’d toss some on Donnie, and the baby would squeal and pull them off of his head. He would, though, to Casey’s amusement, crawl over with the clothes to the piles and sit there, before trying to put the piece of clothing he had in one of the piles.

Unsurprisingly, he got it right most of the time.

It didn’t take Casey long to have the clothes sorted, and switch over the loads. The ones from the dryer went in the basket. The ones from the washer, went in the dryer. And the ones from one of the piles on the floor, went in the washer.

He turned when he closed the lid on the washer and looked back at Donnie. The little boy was clinging to the side of the basket, curiously petting the clothes in them.

“Yeah, they feel all nice when they’re warm, don’t they?” he said. He scooped Donnie up and put him in the basket, to which the baby laughed, and carried it and the child back to the living room. He laughed when he saw how Donnie had buried himself inside the basket, churring, and let the tot stay that way for a bit, while he put himself on some new, dry clothes, and picked up the living room a little, leaving Donnie’s toys out. Then he fought a surprisingly determined toddler for the cooled clothes, folding them up.

Casey reached down and rubbed Donnie’s shell when he was finished. He could tell that the boy was getting tired, but he wasn’t quite ready to go down yet. “Alright, little man. Hows about you stay here and play with your toys? I’ll go put all of this away and work on the kitchen. And then, after that, it’ll be bedtime, alright?”

“Ahabahabaha,” Donnie said.

Casey nodded. “Glad to know we got an understandin’,” he said.

He put Donnie in the middle of his toys again, and stood up, putting away the clothes and taking the laundry basket back to the laundry room. By that time, the load of towels was dry, and he piled them in the basket for later, before transferring the laundry over and starting a new load. He checked in on Donnie, who looked back at him, curiously, before heading to the kitchen. The kiddo was okay, so he could take a few minutes to clean up the mess in the kitchen.

It, of course, took longer than a few minutes, but Casey got it done relatively fast. The living room had gotten quieter, and Casey wondered if maybe Donnie had fallen asleep. It’d be fine if he did. He’d just bundle the little turtle up and put him in the pack’n’play in his and April’s room.

Drying his hands on a towel, Casey walked into the living room, expecting to see a sleeping turtle—and stopping short when that wasn’t what he found. Sure, Donnie’s toys were still out, but he couldn’t see Donnie anywhere. Keeping himself from panicking, Casey looked around the living room.

“Donnie?” he called. “Donnie, where are you?”

Not a peep.

His fear starting to grow, Casey started to look for the little turtle in earnest. He hadn’t crawled under any of the furniture in the living room, and he wasn’t behind the TV or in the curtains. The staircase still had the baby gate up, and it didn’t look like it had been messed with. Nothing looked as if anyone had broken in. But Donnie wasn’t in the living room.

His panic starting to grow, Casey quickly searched through the other rooms in the apartment. Nothing. He didn’t think that the little boy could have gotten down the stairs that led to the shop, or out of the door to the stairs in the hallway, but he ran down them, checking both of them out, too. The doors to the shop and the outside were still both locked, so no one had gotten in. And Donnie wasn’t in the basement, either.

Casey’s panic multiplied, and he raced back up the stairs to the apartment. Donnie had to be in here. He had to be in here somewhere. He was little and he was smart, and Raph was always saying that they found him in the oddest of places. He had to be somewhere in the apartment. With his panic leading him, Casey tore the apartment apart, looking in every nook, every cranny, pulling out everything from any place that the small turtle could be hiding. He called for the baby but got no answer.

He went back downstairs, to the shop, treating it similarly, not caring about how angry April was going to be with him. That wouldn’t matter if he was killed by three angry brothers. No—Casey wouldn’t even make it that far. Master Splinter would get to him first, and that would be the end of it. And Casey would deserve it for losing Donnie.

Casey searched from one end of the building to the other, turning every space in it upside down and inside out. There was no sign of the child on any floor.

He was going to have to call April.

He was a dead man. April would kill him before Splinter did, just because she’d get to him first. And Casey wouldn’t even fight her about it. He trudged back up to the apartment, trying to think of what he was going to say to her.

He reached in his pocket for his phone, only to realize it wasn’t there. Cursing to himself, he tried to remember the last place he had it. Maybe the laundry room? Yeah, he’d emptied his pockets out there, so that was probably where it was.

Casey walked into the laundry room like a man condemned to die and spotted his phone on top of the dryer. What was he going to tell April? “Hey, babe, listen, I know I said I’d be responsible, but I lost Donnie and I’m telling you first, so you can kill me before the ninja master rat can?” Yeah. That’d go over well.

The dryer was still warm, the load in it having just finished, and Casey, trying to think of what he was going to say to his wife, opened it, taking out the laundry and plopping it in the basket.

The basket that churred.

Casey froze and looked back at the basket of towels and now-warm clothes. No. It couldn’t be that simple, could it?

Casey turned and started to carefully pull the clean laundry out of the basket. There, buried halfway down and covered in towels, was a small, curled up, mutant turtle baby, yawning and whining a bit as Casey let in the cool air that the towels had been insulating him from.

Casey sat down hard.

“Oh, man, oh Donnie,” he said, reaching in to pull the baby out of the basket. Donnie made a displeased noise, and Casey reached for one of the warm t-shirts to wrap around the child. Donnie chirped again, settling in and Casey laughed, relief filling him. “You got no idea how bad you scared me, Donnie,” he said. He leaned back against the dryer. “Oh, man.”

April walked quickly, heading towards her building. She’d been out much later than she’d planned on, and she hoped that Casey was doing alright with Donnie. She’d not gotten any calls or text from him, so she hoped that was a good sign. She was just walking past her alleyway when she saw a flash coming from it. Curious, she peeked in, only to see a glowing blue portal on the wall, three turtles and one rat emerging from it. Smiling, she turned to join them.

“Hey, guys!” she said. “Just getting back?”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “The ceremony went on longer than we thought.”

“Who knew that every Battle Nexus Champion there would have to give a speech!” Mikey said, grinning.

“A speech?” April said.

“Don’t ask,” Raph said. “Numbskull didn’t completely embarrass us, a least—but it was near thing.”

“We are fortunate that Michelangelo has the gift of spontaneity, as well as speech,” Splinter said. “Unfortunately, his gift of social cues comes and goes.”

“What?” Mikey protested.

April shook her head and started to fish her keys out of her purse. “Well, sounds like it was entertaining, at least,” she said.

“How was your night?” Leo asked. “Aren’t you getting home a little late?”

“I am,” April said. “But we started talking and just having so much fun, that by the time we realized what time it was, well, it was late.” She paused, putting the keys in the door to unlock it. “And I made sure all of my friends had a safe way home. Not all of them have the advantage of being trained in ninjitsu by actual ninja, you know,” she said.

Mikey laughed as April opened the door to her shop. “And don’t forget—training by the Battle Nexus Cha—whoa!”

Mikey cut off as April flicked the light switch, and they all saw her shop. Furniture was turned over, drawers were pulled out, cabinets were open, clothing was strewn about. The place looked ransacked.

“Donatello,” Splinter breathed, and as one, they all raced to the circular staircase, running up it to the apartment above.

The apartment was in no better shape, with things overturned, taken out, strewn. It was clear it wasn’t just in the living room, either, but in all the rooms. Donnie’s toys were scattered, and the TV was still on, but there wasn’t a sign of anyone around.

“Casey!?” April called, fear clear in her voice.

“In here!” Casey called back. His voice sounded soft, weak, and no one took that as a good sign.

They all rushed towards where his voice had come from, alert for any enemies. They didn’t find any, but they did find Casey, leaning against the dryer, with a towel wrapped Donnie sleeping on his chest.

“Hey guys,” Casey said, keeping his voice soft so he wouldn’t wake Donnie. “Welcome back.”

“Casey, what the shell is going on?” Raph demanded.

Casey blinked at him. “What—oh, right, the apartment!”

“The apartment, the store,” Mikey listed.

“Ah… yeah,” Casey said, “about that…” he rubbed the back of his head. “So, it’s kinda like this. See, me and Donnie, we had a good time, right? Played, watched some hockey, stuff like that. Then we ate, and he got a bath, and I started some laundry. Little Man was getting sleepy, so I set him to play with his toys while I cleaned up the kitchen. Only when I got back, he was gone.”

“What do you mean, gone?” Leo said, an edge to his voice.

“I mean, he wasn’t where I left him,” Casey said. “And he wasn’t anywhere in the living room. I looked. I looked everywhere, and then I looked again, and then I looked again,” he said. “I was gonna call April, let her be the one to kill me for loosing Donnie before the rest of you could, when I found him in the laundry basket.”

“The laundry basket?” Mikey questioned.

Casey nodded. “Yeah. I think he liked the warm towels or something, because if he starts getting fussy, all I gotta do is pull a new warm one outta the dryer, wrap him in it, and he settles right down. We’ve uh, been sitting like this for a couple of hours now.” He looked at the baby in his arms. “After losing him, I kinda didn’t want to let him go.”

For a moment, there was silence, with the exception of the small churrs coming from Donnie, and the sound of the dryer.

“Let me get this straight,” April said. “You lost the baby, ransacked our apartment and the store looking for the baby, found the baby, and then sat here holding the baby.”

“Uhhh,” Casey winced. “Yeah? And I kinda ransacked the whole buildin’ so…”

April stared at him, and then let out a breath. “To be honest, I don’t blame you,” she said.

Casey blinked at her. “Uh… what?”

“Thank you, Casey,” Splinter said, reaching out a hand to rub on Donnie’s head. The baby churred contentedly. “Although I am not happy you lost him in the first place, the fact that you would go to such lengths to find him is appreciated.” He looked back at the other three turtles. “Come, my sons. Let us help April put her home back together.”

The other three turtles nodded, and headed out, while April leaned down and put a kiss on Casey’s forehead. “If you take this good of care of Donnie, I can’t imagine what a great father you’ll be one day.”

Casey stared at his wife as she sauntered out the door after the rest of their family, then looked down at the still sleeping Donnie. “Huh,” he said. “That… wasn’t how I was expecting that to go.” He shifted a little, making sure Donnie was still comfortable. “Well, I’m gonna guess they’ll let me babysit you again,” he said.

“You’re on probation!” Leo called back.

Casey looked up, and then grinned. “Yeah, okay. On probation. I can live with that, little man, if you can.”

Donnie simply churred and snuggled deeper into Casey’s hold.

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I've been pondering it and I'm not sure, tbh. I could make cases for all of them. It's ambiguous where in the timeline these stories would be, which opens up a lot of possibilities. I'd like to hear what you think!

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Having Their Backs

Title: Having Their Backs Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 947 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: T Characters: Raphael Warning: NA Summary: “Stay down, Raph.” “Wha…?” Raph tried to raise his head up. “Stay down,” Leo’s voice was firm as he repeated his command. A fight. He was in the middle of a fight. And he had no idea why he was down, nor did he know what they were fighting. Notes: Another one I wrote and forgot about ^^; ff.net || AO3

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Having Their Backs

“Stay down, Raph.”

“Wha…?”

Blearily, Raph tried to raise his head up, more on instinct than anything else. He was lying partially on his plastron, and when he raised his head, his shoulders started to rise as well. However, a firm hand kept him in place, pressing him back down.

“Stay down,” Leo’s voice was firm as he repeated his command, but Raph barely had time to process it before the hand was gone and the sound of metal on metal rung out somewhere above him.

A fight. He was in the middle of a fight.

The knowledge flooded through Raph, and he instinctively looked around, feeling his blood start to pound through him as what was happening started to click in his mind.

He could hear the clang of metal on metal, the thwack of wood meeting weapons, the thump of bodies hitting the ground, the clack of shells hitting hard surfaces. His brothers. His brothers were fighting, and he was down.

Raph had no idea why he was down, nor did he know what they were fighting. His head was pounding, so he figured that had to be part of the problem, but honestly that didn’t matter at the moment. What mattered was that his brothers were in the middle of a fight, and he wasn’t helping.

But even without knowing what was going on, Raph wasn’t stupid. He knew that he couldn’t just throw himself into a fight without at least taking stock of what was happening around him.

He looked around. His brothers were fighting the Foot. They were on a rooftop. Raph was laying half on his side, half on his front with the rough rooftop underneath him, probably laying as he landed. It didn’t look like anyone would have had enough time to rearrange him to a more comfortable position.

On instinct, his eyes sought out Donnie first. He usually watched the brainiac’s back in battle. He spotted Don about halfway across the rooftop, three Foot near him. Don was fighting hard and fast, his staff spinning with quick and deadly precision. He seemed to be unusually focused and handling the enemies around him well.

On the far side of the rooftop Mikey was bouncing around, nunchucks swirling as he bounded around, between, and among opponents. There were anywhere from three to five of them on him. Raph couldn’t tell because of how quickly everything seemed to be moving, but Mikey was seemingly handling his own. Raph couldn’t hear him cracking jokes like he usually did, but it could just be that he was too far away.

A nearby clang brought his attention closer to him. Maybe a couple of yards away from him Leo was fighting a group of four Foot ninja. They were pushing him, but he wasn’t backing down, his swords flashing in a way that was making Raph a little sick to his stomach. Leo wasn’t giving any ground, which was actually making him a target. It wasn’t a typical strategy that Leo used.

It suddenly occurred to Raph that the reason Leo was holding his ground, and the reason Don and Mikey were so serious was because of him. They were trying to take down the Foot and protect him. Hadn’t Leo told him to stay down, after all?

Of course, staying down wasn’t his style. Especially when he saw a Foot ninja trying to sneak up behind Leo.

Raph pushed up, trying to get to his feet. He ignored the pain he felt in his side, ignored the way his head swam. If the furthest he could get was to his knees, then he’d get to his knees. Wobbly, with one hand still on the rooftop to ground him, Raph reached for the shuriken he kept in his belt and threw them at the Foot ninja that was coming up on Leo’s blind side. His aim was off, but a couple of them hit the ninja, causing him to cry out and give Leo warning. Leo whirled, taking care of that Foot with his katana, carrying his spin through to take care of the other ninja he had been fighting.

“I told you to stay down!” he chastised Raph even as he fought.

“’m not good at doin’ wha’ ‘m told, Leo,” Raph responded, or tried to, but his words came out a bit more slurred than usual. Still, the fight wasn’t over, and Raph pushed himself to his feet, staggering, but standing, and throwing his best into joining his brothers in fighting.

Raph honestly wasn’t sure how much help he was. Most of the flight was a blur to him, and he didn’t quite realize that until, suddenly, he felt himself being hoisted onto a shell, the murmurs of his brothers around him.

“Let’s get home, and then you can check him out, Donnie. It’s not safe here,” Leo said, and Raph could feel the vibrations from his voice.

“Understood, Leo,” Donnie said, and Raph could feel his hands, identified through the roughness they gained from his work, pull back.

“I’ll make sure the way is clear,” Mikey said, and Raph could hear his feet slapping against the rooftop, quickly followed by the metallic sounds that told Raph that Mikey had made it to the fire escape.

“We’ll have you home soon,” Leo said softly, “Just rest for now, Raph. We’ve got you.”

Raph still had no idea why they had been in a fight, what they had been doing before the fight or how the fight had ended. But to be honest, he wasn’t too worried about it. His brothers had his back, and he had theirs, and that was all that mattered.

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